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[Intro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I know you been needing somebody
Mustard on the beat, ho!
Look, I know you been needing somebody
Nobody really got me like I got me
Just tell me what you really want from me
It’s no problem, I’ma go see if I got it
Just tell me what you really want from me
What you really want?

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Look, I know you been needing somebody
Nobody really got me like I got me
Just tell me what you really want from me
It’s no problem, I’ma go see if I got it
If I got it, then you got it it’s no problem
Hoes plotting, thinking that we don’t know ’bout ’em
I wonder what the fuck they want from me
I know that you been needing somebody

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I know your head sloppy
You really do it like you care about me
Avianne got me feeling like I’m playing hockey
Rap money got me pulling up in big bodies
Big bodies little niggas don’t know shit about me
Call me Artie I love to party, shooters beside me
Left the Rari’ inside the parking lot oh I’m sorry
Ended up with a Spanish mami calling me papi
Acting cocky when she really don’t know shit about me
Though they wonder why I always got my clique by me
Don’t touch me, you’ll be lucky if you sit by me
They don’t get it ’til they really see their bitch by me
Got a trophy on my arm, I keep my wrist icy
If you want it, nigga, then you gotta get by me
Always wanted a Patek, now I can like three
If you think it’s too late, then it just might be

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Look, I know you been needing somebody
Nobody really got me like I got me
Just tell me what you really want from me
It’s no problem, I’ma go see if I got it
If I got it, then you got it it’s no problem
Hoes plotting, thinking that we don’t know ’bout ’em
I wonder what the fuck they want from me
I know that you been needing somebody

[Verse 2: Don Q]
We can get it popping for the night though
You know my style, red bottoms, only the spikes though
Yeah, it’s always a light show whenever the ice glow
Couple more shots, ain’t no tellin’ where we might go
Take it to Marriot or, we can take it to the trap
Spittin’ on my mic, shoulda put her on the track
Fuck around and have you butt naked on my Snap
With your legs on the air, got you shakin’ on your back like
Wait, I think she catchin’ a seizure
All my old hoes tell me I’m catchin’ amnesia
A different kind of beast, I’m not a regular creature
Drop two-seater beamer, cranberry its features

[Bridge: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
What they really want from the nigga?
What you really want?
What the fuck they really want from a nigga?

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I know you been needing somebody
Nobody really got me like I got me
Just tell me what you really want from me
It’s no problem, I’ma go see if I got it
If I got it, then you got it it’s no problem
Hoes plotting, thinking that we don’t know ’bout ’em
I wonder what the fuck they want from me
I know that you been needing somebody

[Intro]
Raf Simmons cost me five slips
Dat Goyard bag another fire strip
You in Detroit and see a Wraith, nigga that’s my shit
Would of pushed Rico’s shit back, I am not Mitch
Helluva made this beat, baby
Gettin’ money, why these niggas gettin’ mad?
Jump off the plane with a couple of M’s in the bag
If anybody play with me, it’s numbers on their head
We ain’t gon’ talk about it though, that’s the end of that

[Verse 1 ]
Trapping, I’m still into that
Address, I can send you that
So if my label drop me, I can still look like I rap
Know a couple of niggas living like they got platinum plaques (Aha)
All they doing is catching bags, sending out and sitting back (aha)
Rolls Presi’ on my wrist, I can afford that
Back in the day, I couldn’t even look toward that
When I was broke, I couldn’t even look toward the bitch
Now she suck my dick and don’t say shit when I record the bitch (catch that)
Been on the indictment list, tryna see the Forbes list
Went from playing with joysticks to out in traffic blowing sticks (Graa)
When your fans gets your name tatted, then you know you lit
Stank from my cologne, I’ma fuck her if she snort the drip (aha)
Promise my brother I’ma stack and get this paper right
But I’m spendin’ 60k a month just on everyday life
When you that bag, everybody wanna whirl it
Problems they got, they gon’ call you like you caused ’em
Fall up in the club, I can rain ’till it’s morning
Start in every game ’cause at practice, I’ve been balling (swish)
Heard a couple niggas wanna put me on my shit (what)
Tell ’em pull up with them sticks and let ’em hit, you better not miss, bitch

[Bridge]
I know some crips, know some treetops
Name good, I ain’t never sold no re-rock
All these colors in my chain like a peacock
I let that .40 slang ’till it de-cock
Ridin’ through my old hood, with some new money
Blue money, they that mad? Tell ’em do something
Got three Tennis chains, and like two Presi’s
Three choppas, four Glocks, this shit too heavy

[Verse 2]
Key to the pad , key to the Rolls, key to the bag
I got the key to the streets, don’t get a key put on your ass
When I do that, you know them niggas gon’ knock you in half
Heavy cash load, got my back broke
Bitches on the East, and on the West Coast
Sent me pics and videos, you can’t get my passcode
Ten up in the motor, got the hood broke
Bitch, don’t get yo’ head painted, you gon’ look like Lil Boat (painted red)
Riding through Atlanta with my nigga Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
Niggas trailing us and you know what they good for
Bout to fly to Cali and look for that good dope
If you ’bout that life, then what you looking shook for?
Told my lil bro, I had to chase M’s
Fourty on me, all big face bills
In the back of the Mulsanne, letting the space build
If the police flip me with this Glock, I’ma face ten
I ain’t supposed to be the shooter
I’m on top, but I still let it spray like it’s 4 days into July
I’ve been running red light in my city, I know it’s hot
I’d rather take the ticket, niggas want my top
It’s so many opp’s

[Outro]
I know some crips, know some treetops
Name good, I ain’t never sold no re-rock
All these colors in my chain like a peacock
I let that .40 slang ’till it decock
Know some BD’s, I know some gangsta’s
Get outta line and they a spank ya
Know some Pirus, know some head-bangers
Know some sex, money, murder niggas that’ll paint ya

[Intro]
Raf Simmons cost me five slips
Dat Goyard bag another fire strip
You in Detroit and see a Wraith, nigga that’s my shit
Would of pushed Rico’s shit back, I am not Mitch
Helluva made this beat, baby
Gettin’ money, why these niggas gettin’ mad?
Jump off the plane with a couple of M’s in the bag
If anybody play with me, it’s numbers on their head
We ain’t gon’ talk about it though, that’s the end of that

[Verse 1 ]
Trapping, I’m still into that
Address, I can send you that
So if my label drop me, I can still look like I rap
Know a couple of niggas living like they got platinum plaques (Aha)
All they doing is catching bags, sending out and sitting back (aha)
Rolls Presi’ on my wrist, I can afford that
Back in the day, I couldn’t even look toward that
When I was broke, I couldn’t even look toward the bitch
Now she suck my dick and don’t say shit when I record the bitch (catch that)
Been on the indictment list, tryna see the Forbes list
Went from playing with joysticks to out in traffic blowing sticks (Graa)
When your fans gets your name tatted, then you know you lit
Stank from my cologne, I’ma fuck her if she snort the drip (aha)
Promise my brother I’ma stack and get this paper right
But I’m spendin’ 60k a month just on everyday life
When you that bag, everybody wanna whirl it
Problems they got, they gon’ call you like you caused ’em
Fall up in the club, I can rain ’till it’s morning
Start in every game ’cause at practice, I’ve been balling (swish)
Heard a couple niggas wanna put me on my shit (what)
Tell ’em pull up with them sticks and let ’em hit, you better not miss, bitch

[Bridge]
I know some crips, know some treetops
Name good, I ain’t never sold no re-rock
All these colors in my chain like a peacock
I let that .40 slang ’till it de-cock
Ridin’ through my old hood, with some new money
Blue money, they that mad? Tell ’em do something
Got three Tennis chains, and like two Presi’s
Three choppas, four Glocks, this shit too heavy

[Verse 2]
Key to the pad , key to the Rolls, key to the bag
I got the key to the streets, don’t get a key put on your ass
When I do that, you know them niggas gon’ knock you in half
Heavy cash load, got my back broke
Bitches on the East, and on the West Coast
Sent me pics and videos, you can’t get my passcode
Ten up in the motor, got the hood broke
Bitch, don’t get yo’ head painted, you gon’ look like Lil Boat (painted red)
Riding through Atlanta with my nigga Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
Niggas trailing us and you know what they good for
Bout to fly to Cali and look for that good dope
If you ’bout that life, then what you looking shook for?
Told my lil bro, I had to chase M’s
Fourty on me, all big face bills
In the back of the Mulsanne, letting the space build
If the police flip me with this Glock, I’ma face ten
I ain’t supposed to be the shooter
I’m on top, but I still let it spray like it’s 4 days into July
I’ve been running red light in my city, I know it’s hot
I’d rather take the ticket, niggas want my top
It’s so many opp’s

[Outro]
I know some crips, know some treetops
Name good, I ain’t never sold no re-rock
All these colors in my chain like a peacock
I let that .40 slang ’till it decock
Know some BD’s, I know some gangsta’s
Get outta line and they a spank ya
Know some Pirus, know some head-bangers
Know some sex, money, murder niggas that’ll paint ya

[Verse 1: Rita Ora]
In your eyes, I’m alive
Inside you’re beautiful
Something so unusual in your eyes
I know I’m home (yeah)
Every tear, every fear
Gone with the thought of you
Changing what I thought I knew
I’ll be yours for a thousand lives

[Pre-Chorus: Rita Ora]
I’m free as a bird when I’m flying in your cage
I’m diving in deep and I’m riding with no brakes
And I’m bleeding your love, when you’re swimming in my veins
You’ve got me now

[Chorus: Rita Ora]
Been waiting for a lifetime for ya
Been breaking for a lifetime for ya
Wasn’t lookin’ for love till I found you (oh na-na, yea)
For love, ’til I found you (oh)

[Verse 2: Liam Payne]
Skin to skin
Breathe me in
Feel with your kiss on me
Lips are made of ecstasy
I’ll be yours for a thousand lives (for a thousand lives)

[Pre-Chorus: Liam Payne & Rita Ora]
I’m free as a bird when I’m flying in your cage (so lost)
I’m diving in deep and I’m riding with no brakes (no no)
And I’m bleeding your love, when you’re swimming in my veins
You’ve got me now (now now)

[Chorus: Rita Ora]
Been waiting for a lifetime for ya
Been breaking for a lifetime for ya
Wasn’t lookin’ for love ’til I found you (oh na-na, yea)
For love, ’til I found you (oh)
Been waiting for a lifetime for ya
Been breaking for a lifetime for ya
Wasn’t lookin’ for love till I found you (oh na-na, yea)
For love, ’til I found you (oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Rita Ora]
I’m free as a bird when I’m flying in your cage
I’m diving in deep and I’m riding with no brakes
I’m bleeding your love, when you’re swimming in my veins
You’ve got me now

[Chorus: Liam Payne & Rita Ora & Both]
Been waiting for a lifetime for ya
Been breaking for a lifetime for ya
Wasn’t looking for love ’til I found you (Ooh na-na, yea)
For love, ’til I found you (oh)
Been waiting for a lifetime for ya (oh yeah)
Been breaking for a lifetime for ya
Wasn’t looking for love ’til I found you
(Ooh na-na, yea)
For love, ’til I found you (oh)

[Outro: Liam Payne & Rita Ora]
Wasn’t lookin’ for love ’til I found you (Ooh na-na, yea)
For love ’til I found you (oh)

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
I’m always ready for a war again
Go down that road again
It’s all the same
I’m always ready to take a life again
You know I’ll ride again
It’s all the same (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Tell me who’s gon’ save me from myself
When this life is all I know
Tell me who’s gon’ save me from this hell
Without you, I’m all alone

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Who gon’ pray for me?
Take my pain for me?
Save my soul for me?
‘Cause I’m alone, you see
If I’m gon’ die for you
If I’m gon’ kill for you
Then I’ll spill this blood for you, hey

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
I fight the world, I fight you, I fight myself
I fight God, just tell me how many burdens left
I fight pain and hurricanes, today I wept
I’m tryna fight back tears, flood on my doorsteps
Life a livin’ hell, puddles of blood in the streets
Shooters on top of the building, government aiding relief
Earthquake, the body drop, the ground breaks
The poor one with smoke lungs and Scarface
Who need a hero? (hero)
You need a hero, look in the mirror, there go your hero
Who on the front lines at Ground Zero? (hero)
My heart don’t skip a beat, even when hard times bumps the needle
Mass destruction and mass corruption
Their souls are sufferin’ men
Clutchin’ on deaf ears again, rapture is comin’
It’s all prophecy and if I gotta be sacrificed for the greater good, then that’s what it gotta be

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Who gon’ pray for me?
Take my pain for me?
Save my soul for me?
‘Cause I’m alone, you see
If I’m gon’ die for you
If I’m gon’ kill for you
Then I’ll spill this blood for you, hey

[Bridge: The Weeknd]
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Who gon’ pray for me?
Take my pain for me?
Save my soul for me?
‘Cause I’m alone, you see
If I’m gon’ die for you
If I’m gon’ kill for you
Then I’ll spill this blood for you, hey

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar & The Weeknd]
Just in case my faith go
I live by my own, no
I live by my own, no
I live by my own
Just in case my faith go
I live by my own, no
I live by my own, no
I live by my own